Hi. I'm the one you didn't write to. Didn't call 📵. Didn't answer. Just disappeared. Read at 13:07 ✅And silence...
You might be thinking: "Well, it happens to everyone 🤷‍♂️ Forgot. Busy. I'll answer later. Not a big deal."
And now pay attention: at this moment, Netflix starts up in our heads without a subscription. A series. In 4 seasons. Each one is worse than the last 😵‍💫
📽️ SCENARIO 1: "HE DIED"
Yes, really. The first thought is that you were in an accident, you were kidnapped, you are in a coma. We climb into stories, check your online in 3 different messengers, open likes on Instagram (yes, we follow 👀). You're alive - but silent? Okay, the next circle of hell.
📽️ SCENARIO 2: "I DEAD FOR HIM"
You don't write because you don't want to anymore. That's it. GG. But you didn't bother to say it in words - and a replay turns on in our heads: What did I do wrong? Did I write too much? Or, on the contrary, not enough? Was I too harsh? Or too sweet?.. Self-flagellation is on 💣
📽️ SCENARIO 3: "HE HAS ANOTHER"
Iron-clad logic: If not with me - then with someone else. "He said he wasn't ready for a relationship. And then I see her hand in his stories. Oh well." And even if it's his cousin, it sounds suspicious 🕵️‍♀️
📽️ SCENARIO 4: "I'M A FOOL"
"Maybe I made it all up. He's just busy. He has work, things to do, his head hurts. Why did I even start such a drama?.." — we tell ourselves. And then we still write you a meme. Or something stupid. Or "hi, how are you?" 🙃And we pretend like we haven't been going crazy all week.

🧠 NOW HONESTLY: You have the right not to want to. Not to communicate. To disappear. But if you respect at least someone, say it with words. Even a simple: "Sorry, I don't want to communicate anymore" sounds like an adult act.
And not like silence, from which we die little by little. Four times. In one evening.

P.S.: Yes, we still did makeup and put on beautiful lingerie - in case you suddenly come to your senses 😌 Because even at the moment of spiritual death, the heroine must be beautiful.

Kristina💕